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I wish I could change is how Malcolm isn’t as excited or acting as if he wants anything to do with the baby. I want him to want to be here. As much as we fight, I still want him in our baby’s life. I sigh as I push my shoulders back pushing away all the guilt and I turn to mom as she touches my arm.
    “Come on, honey. Let’s go home and celebrate. How does that sound?”
    “That sounds great, mom. Thank you.” Mom grabs my hand and with dad following us, we make our way to their car and make our way to the home that I miss more than I thought possible.

    One month later
     
    “Mom, is this really necessary? I don’t think I need a baby shower. Can’t we just go pick out some things at the store instead?”
    “Ava! There’s no way I’m letting my only daughter go without having a baby shower. Now, go change and I’ll see you outside. Everyone will be here in an hour.”
    I groan and walk upstairs to my old room. I don’t know why mom is so persistent about having this baby shower. I mean, no one is going to come. I don’t have friends, and the only other people that I know would come besides my family is Malcolm’s mother. If it were up to me, she wouldn’t have been invited. I can already feel this day is going to be a total disaster.
    I shut the door to my old room and look at my bag I brought with me. I’ve been staying here for about a week. It’s been relaxing and I’ve felt comfortable since coming back. I can always count on mom to make me feel better, no matter the situation. I love how things didn’t change when I asked to stay for a while. Both my mom and dad were happy to welcome me back with open arms, as if I never left.
    Things with Malcolm and I have gone from bad to worse. I don’t know what’s happening to us. He’s hardly home anymore. I’m sick of fighting with him, and I have no clue what I’ve done for him to act the way he has been. Maybe it’s the pressure of being a young father. He didn’t even come with me when I found out the sex of the baby. He refuses to talk about it. I can’t even ask him what baby names he likes without him acting like a total jerk. I rummage through my bag trying to find something to wear. Most of my clothes don’t fit anymore. That leaves me with little to choose from and I highly doubt mom will like it if I decide on wearing my yoga pants. I find a teal dress and it will just have to do.
    I quickly change clothes, not wanting to look at my body. The dress is very snug and I’ll have to be careful how I move. I try pulling at it, to try and stretch it out some, but it’s not giving anymore. Since being pregnant, my body has changed drastically. I’m five foot two, and before I weighed barely at a hundred and ten pounds. Now, I’m pushing one-fifty and I’m all belly. I thank God I don’t have any stretch marks on my stomach, but I can’t say the same for my legs. It’s like overnight I grew this huge stomach and my entire body changed right before me. My feet are always swollen and my face is chubby. I don’t like it one bit and I vow to never to have another baby after this one.
    I place my hands over my huge stomach and I smile thinking about my baby growing inside of me. “You better come out cute or all this will be for nothing.” I say to my belly. I’ve been talking to my baby more and more. I don’t know if it’s my maternal instinct coming out or not. But I have been feeling the need to talk to my baby.
    My baby girl.
    I smile thinking about having a little girl. I know I’ll try my damnedest to give her the best life. I want her to have the best of everything. I can see her in a little leotard dancing around at the same ballet studio I went to. I can see her smiling and playing with other children on the playground. I’ll give her all of that. My parents gave me everything they could and I never took any of that for granted. But now that I’m about to be a mother, I can see why my parents work so hard to give me